3 nights of chatroulette: New Mexican college girls & Jessika from Sweden ... -- beats couchsitting i guess! tho end up doing enough of that come 4 AM , playing battlefield 3.
next night drives to sportcheck for new skates, 1.5 hr sessions in McCafe piledriving value menu ($1.49 ea) bacon cheeseburgers trying to avoid the bar. (those same conversations: "how've you been since last i saw you here?")
-- cutting off match heads in tyler's room, tossing them into battered kleenex box, 2000 of 'em -- propellant for some jury-rigged pipebomb: two blasting caps/ 1 in each end, courtesy Snow Lake Lodge. drive around looking for detonation site (field, preferably, nice & open/but remote...) tyler & jeremy arguing up front, have coat over my head in th'backseat reading Mexico City Blues... O Kerouac ! / better man / than i ! (this my liver would dispute, "YOU treat me right!!") -- guess i never have been over-fond of drinking alone ... . . (that often)
tell me : how is this great? a bang & some shrapnel, zinging thru the woods?
-- i'm bored to tears; take me home to my good chair where i can read these blues in peace.